Dope Fiend Blues(Chords)

	        


Intro (Organ) 

|Fm| - |C| - |Fm| - |Db| 
|Fm| - |Eb| - |Ab| - |Db| 
|C - Bb| - |C| - |F| 

Guitar 
|Fm| - |Fm| - |Fm| - |Fm| 


ocultar tablatura
    Fm        Fm       Eb          Bb                   Fm     Fm 
Eb|---------|--------|-----------|--------------------|------|----| 
Bb|---------|--------|-----------|----2---------------|------|----| 
Gb|---------|------2-|-4b5r4---2-|-4----4p2-2h4--2----|------|----| 
Db|-------4-|----4---|-----------|-----------------4p2h4-----|----| 
Ab|----4----|--------|-----------|--------------------|------|----| 
Eb|-2-------|--------|-----------|--------------------|----0-|-2--| 



verse 1 
     Fm             
In a police car I feel so very small 
  Eb                        Bb                  Fm 
I see my lover's face and I watch her teardrops fall 
      Fm 
And I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the track 
  Eb                            Bb              Fm 
I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back 



           Bb              Ab                      Fm 
And in the end, you know a dope fiend ain't got no friends 
      Bb          Ab                   Fm 
And a junkie is a junkie to the bitter end 
        Bb                  Ab                  Fm 
Hope to die now, 'cause you know I'm better off dead 
    Bb                 Ab                Fm 
Hey brother, won't you lend me a helpin' hand?  



verse 2 
I tie myself off, shoot it in my veins 
I feel like marlon brando and I've hid another day's pain 
I'm goin' back where it's safe, goin' back to the womb 
I find my mother's comfort, here in a needle and spoon 

Chorus 2 
And christmas for a dope fiend ain't no fun 
Waitin' for good times that seem to never come 
Goin' out now, gonna get myself a gun 
Please stop me, don't you know I'm on a run?  

(Solo) 

verse 3 
Aren't you tired of the detox and the places in the mind?  
Aren't you tired of the misery, aren't you tired of doin' time?  
And I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the track 
You know I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back 

Chorus 3 
I'm a dope fiend, I'm a liar, a cheat and a thief 
At my funeral, won't you bring me a red rose wreath?  
Dress in black now, show everyone your grief 
Well, I'm gone now, you can all feel relief!
	        

Written by Anthony Esposito/Mike Ness